Visitors (Late, sorry!)

You felt something was off…

And abruptly swung your blade at the person on Sans' bed, eyes flying open.

The human in question smiled, pushing the blade aside with a finger. Their eyes crinkled as they spoke cheerily. "Hey, chillax, everything's okay!"

"Who-?!" You groaned, not ready for yet another set of interdimensional guests after THE PARTY... You weren't going to think about it. Nope.

"Right, so," The human (a guy, you presumed) clapped their hands together. "Some very important people went spelunking in space-time and a bunch of humans got dragged along with them! There's Pupil (she's really nice, even if she doesn't talk much), Scorpio (...you might want to be careful around her), Crux (he's a real nerd, you'll like him), and... oh shoot." He leapt off the bed before you could ask his name.

"GUYS!"

You hurriedly scrambled off as well, tense. There were more people? Humans? You don't think the others would take well to that…!

You pulled frantically at his sleeve. "Did they wake the others? Was anyone hurt?" You already assumed that someone was. Maybe the kinder ones could leave? this nightmarish place.

"No, no, relax, we're all quite a-okay!" He patted your head absently. "DID ANYONE SEE CHAM-HOUND??"

Five heads poked through the door. "Nope, they must have wandered off on another branch, like Scorp here." The guy with glasses muttered, only to be promptly smacked by the ginger. "You'll shut your mouth if you know what's good for you, Crux~"

...Yeah, you could see why he told you to watch for her. Somehow, though her aura was lighter, you felt like Sorbet was standing in front of you…

In control, whimsical, and utterly dangerous.

"Um, what… is your name? I didn't catch it…" You turned to the one beside you, smiling nervously. "OH! Yeah, sorry. Call me… Sahara Two-eye-" His head whipped around. "Oi, shut up Scorpio, it's not funny!"

"Why…?"

Sahara Two-eye- No, you weren't going to call him that! How about… Roger? He looked like a Roger.

Roger shrugged. "Military, long story. Anyways, we're missing Cham-hound, so we can't stay long."

His eyes sharpened. "And don't think we haven't noticed what shape you're in. Some of these beasts are less than monsters."

You flinched, gaze flicking to your arms. You thought you'd concealed the bruises well enough, but you guess not…

"I… I think I can save them… from themselves. I have to try, right? Everyone can be a good person..." You whispered, looking down.

The girl with russet eyes finally spoke. "We would gladly try to eat them for you" The one with strangely slitted emerald eyes nodded mutely, and the one wearing a lapine motorcycle helmet cracked their knuckles.

You paled as Scorpio began to titter. "W-What?!"

Crux chuckled nervously, sliding up his glasses. "H-Hey guys, let's not get carried away here! Though I'd love to join in," and here his eyes flashed with barely concealed fury. "This isn't our place to interfere. Lil' princess here will get the job done, one way or another."

...You were so lost right now. Roger's hand fell onto your shoulder, bringing you out of your musing. "Well, time to go, gang! We've imposed on her long enough, and I'm sure her monsters will be waking soon."

Scorpio stuck her tongue out. "Shucks, I wanted to leave a little… gift for them with Pupil!"

You jumped up, hastily pulling back your hair. "I-I need to start cooking! Uh, thanks for… visiting, but you really need to go back now!"

Roger patted your head again, still as chipper as you met him. "Alright, alright, we're going!"

They left your room while you changed, and by the time you came back down, they were gone, leaving only a plate of waffles on the kitchen island.

Banana bread? And strawberries? Your favorite…

"Hey princess, happy birthday! You're gonna get there, ya know? You'll win this fight, one way or another." The note was signed with a mix of barely legible chicken-scratch and elegant cursive.

You smiled, and tucked it into your hoodie pocket, humming softly as you turned on the stove.